On Sunday, I had brunch with my friend Jean-Baptiste Zazou, transplant from Paris, architect, amateur rower, and international womanizer. He tried to bolster my spirits by reminding me of the promises of bachelorhood, which were, in no particular order, travel, anonymous sex, team sports, and gadgetry.
It was not helping. Nor was November, with its spitting icy rain and gunmetal skies. I switched the subject.
“Rowing today?” I asked. He was in his pristine gray and white athletic gear with many zippers.
“Yes.”
“Rainy day for rowing.”
He nodded. “It will be hard to hold the whores,” he said. His accent was thicker than a summer sausage.
I paused for a second. “Nothing worse than a slippery hooker.”
“What?”
“You mean ‘oars,’ Baptiste.”
“That’s what I said.”
“No, you said ‘whores.'”
He sipped his black coffee and snickered. “Ah. The ‘h.’ Oars. Maybe I should say ‘it will be hard to hold the wood’?”
“Maybe not, Baptiste.”
“It is also dirty?”
“Like a minivan skidding down a muddy field.”
Nit-Picking: Not even sure if bird flu existed in 2001. First documented cases were in 2004.
A pretty good story, though.
I had the misfortune of hearing this read live, this was perhaps the worst story presented.
Methinks Hillel Dov is jealous.
No, just an impartial observer who went to check out the readings. Really, I don’t want to sully the reps of any of the actual contestants. (But I’ll give you credit for the username 🙂
Well, I liked it. A lot.
What fun! Thanks, Debbie.
preeeeetty bad. the bedpost bit is funny though.
Nerdo, you’re right. The first report on bird flu was released by the WHO in December 2004.
I think that anyone posting negative comments probably had too much time on their pissy little hands and is upset they weren’t chosen to read.
I’m sick of people like this. Why don’t you be constructive if you really have some issue about the story? And way to be a big nerd and go look up when the bird flu was.